auckland summer dreaming

grounds heavy with pohutukawa
and melted ice cream
and gritty sand traipsed
from beach to grass to
asphalt too hot for tender soles
janus of the isthmus
iron sands and blond
one face of either colour
talk about arabian nights
enter the aucklander
fifty shades of blue and grey
and white curling around
each other as paints
swirled on a practice palette
lightning struck and
hail in sunshining weather

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I'm Briar – Briar Lawry, if you were wondering which particular one. Raw Library is an anagram of my name and a place for my writing – about anything, in theory, but mostly about books, the music industry and chronic illness. And sometimes coffee.